Why Is That So Important? - Sex Stories

Why Is That So Important?

... androgynous looks already raised mixed types of attention and now imagine them discovering the hardware between my legs is a textbook case of sexual chromosome aberration on top of that.

“I sure enjoyed the smell of fresh sweat on my classmates, though. Especially that one guy. Every time he tossed the shirt he’d soaked through... Still, he obviously had no eyes for a little twink-looking kid like me who seemed to refuse to go through male puberty.

“This made me popular with the girls. You know, the stereotypical fat ‘femboys and gays are so much more sensitive’-stamp. Well, I had friends if you wanna call them that. And being popular with the girls, in turn, made me popular with the jocks, although their friendship mainly served a singular purpose. Also,they were too dumb to understand my occasional flirts. The girls, too, mind you. Didn’t realize I was only using them to rehearse my lines, either. Before you judge, they, too, used me as a means to an end. Tit for tat.”

Laura interjected, “Your smooth remarks with which you always wrap me around your finger? Are you kidding me?” She kissed her roommate on the forehead.

Jamie shrugged. “Oh, they were clunky and coarse. Needed years of honing.” A sigh followed. “Can’t blame those bimbos, though. This society is so normative that most kids don’t consider the possibility of me even existing, let alone hooking up with me. Too far off our clearly defined and deeply ingrained fundamentalist categories.

“Except for ...

... that one Mr. Alexander Jackson. Took me a while to notice. His approach was also the weirdest ever. Probably because he feared for his job and didn’t know how to even talk to a teenager, much less someone whom he had such an unhealthy obsession with. As a phys ed teacher, it was easy to put up with it. He just had to yell at us and shout Full Metal Jacket drill sergeant quotes. But how did one show affection and kindness to a seventeen-year-old?

“Well, he tried. He soon enough realized I was no receptacle for his all too fake tough guy act. I saw it in the looks he gave me every time he was done with his legendary beratings. His outbursts left me indifferent; I nearly pitied the guy. And he realized I did."

Another chug of the caffeine extract descended Jamie’s gullet—to keep the emotions at bay.

“At first, I thought the glances he threw me were unvoiced pleas for forgiveness. He sure knew how to treat every student the same. After a while, though, when he kept ordering me to help him tidy up and put away the material, I thought it was his way of punishing me for not complying with his obnoxious act.

“He would always stand behind me, arms akimbo, trying to make himself appear big and strong. Well, he was muscular and had a chiseled athletic physique despite being closer to fifty than to forty. But his mere presence felt unnatural.

“I quietly took the punishment as it would always delay my entry to the locker room and, by the time I’d get there, most of the guys ...